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@il-michael-corleone
*bows my head in respect* It's strange, Michael. Normally I didn't think I'd want children; however, if you asked me to carry your offspring in my womb and be the mother of your children, I would do it in a heartbeat for you.
I'll only say this once.
Do not make idle offers with me.
If your uncle Paolo was surivied ? What you think he would be
I believe my uncle would have become a cruel man, fueled by bitterness and revenge. He would have become like that which horrified him.
Had Paolo lived, my family would likely never have left Sicily. I'm grateful to him.
Use me in any way you like, Michael. I’m yours forever
You want to be used? I'm not a dishonest man, I would use you.
I read great affection into this request; come find me again.
Did your father give your middle name Paolo after your uncle that you never met ?
No, he did not. He would never have been my namesake.
Paolo sought revenge for the death of his father. Revenge, my father believed, was like poison in the bloodstream. None of my father's sons were named after Paolo for superstitious reasons—but our taste for vengeance is innate, regardless.
I belong to you, Michael 😍
Do you trust me?
You're offering yourself, sexually—more than that. What if I were to use you, given the authority to do so? Have you considered the vulnerability? That I might take advantage of your willingness.
The Godfather Part II (1974) dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Will you return to me soon? 😘
I have a lot of work, but I'm here, and I will continue soon. I am always working.
You're everyone's Daddy, Michael. 😍
Your loyalty is warm to me and does not go unappreciated.
Kiss the ring on my finger. And if you trust my hand, if you're so willing to indulge me, I'll direct you from there.
daddy
You owe your Don a service. Are you prepared?
“Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.”
An Evening In Roma
lorettaroma:
Loretta stopped in front of a small flower shop, resting the bike underneath the display window. “Well.. Signore.. This is where I live.”
She smiled and pointed up above them. “My room is up there. My friend owns this shop. I sleep here.”
When Loretta looked at Michael, she caught him looking in such a strange way. It gave her butterflies. "Do you.. want to come see it?“ she asked Michael with a blush.
il-michael-corleone:
"No," he said with warm intention, looking away from her and up at the window above them. In truth, he did want to take her to bed. At this point in his life—unmarried and approaching forty—it was an electric invitation. But Michael was raised well, and though deep down he was not so religious, he respected custom.
"I'll come for you, tomorrow," he said softly, his attention drawn to her parted lips. "in the morning. Will I find you?"
I won’t ever forget her She is a passion Stronger than a chain that torments my soul and doesn’t let me live
An Evening In Roma
lorettaroma:
Loretta wrinkles her nose and huffs. “I’m a woman, don’t address me that way… boy.” She smirks. “I have almost twenty years of life!”
She takes a moment to look at him again before turning down another alley. “…And my name is Loretta.”
She looked at him flirtatiously. “Who are you and who is that other man.”
il-michael-corleone:
"Almost twenty," he repeated, taking her gently at the elbow to encourage keeping the pace. "then we should get you home soon."
It was growing darker and less beautiful now. All other voices had quieted; no one was tending their shops or playing with their families. This is not a part of the city suitable for any young woman, particularly for one who appeared so absent minded, as did she.
"My name is Michael," he said quietly, gesturing over his shoulder to Neri. "and this is Albert Neri. He frequently accompanies me."
An intimate silence had fallen between them in the time it took to escort the girl home; she seemed similar enough to Apollonia that it was a comfort. He felt so inclined to touch her skin and smell her, as if he'd done so before at some other time.
Música ideal para sentirte más cerca del Toledo monumental: Joaquín Rodrigo - Concierto de Aranjuez (Adagio)
An Evening In Roma
lorettaroma:
The girl snapped a look toward him. The nerve! She didn’t even know this man. Why should she answer any questions!
As she looked at him again, she sighed. He seems so patient.. He really is beautiful. The way his dark eyes watched her body made her feel strange.
Loretta took a breath. “I cannot ride a bicycle, if you must know. I have stolen this bicycle and I will learn how to ride it.”
il-michael-corleone:
"I see." Michael said, licking his lips to avoid the smile reflex.
His eye followed the soft curve of her hip as it shown in outline, beautifully jutting from beneath the thin fabric of the dress she wore. There was something familiar about this girl.
Maybe it's because carries herself elementally, like a flame, with an almost boyish femininity to her. Perhaps she reminded him of Apollonia, somehow. Something he couldn't place or bring into focus.
Michael frowned for a moment and cast his eyes away from her, looking up the road. He could feel his pulse quickening with adrenaline, though he felt there to be no reason for it. This is not Apollonia.
"What is your name, ragazza?"
An Evening In Roma
lorettaroma:
The girl blinked curiously and then slowed down. She turned to look back at the man. “Sì... yes.”
After getting a good look at him, she bat her lashes heavily. He was handsome.. beautiful. “Why do you ask me?” She asked in broken english, pulling her dress down a little to cover her thighs.
il-michael-corleone:
"Well, signora," Michael said, "why don't you ride the bicycle?"
He looked ahead as he waited for her reply—or anything else—observing the stranger's body language with indirectness. Even from the corner of his eye, Michael was adept in his ability to read people. He finds himself doing this regularly and without thought; women, of course, draw the senses most easily of all things.
